Bread monster

I recently discovered we have a bread monster in the house.

This very cheery looking barely-one-year-old cried for almost two hours on Thursday morning, and I was caught at home and unable to step out to go to work. How much does/can one love bread? The dependency is unbelievable.

Actually, that was just pinning the conclusion on one suspect. The other suspect was my Dad. Oscar started crying all the way from when (my) Dad brought Oliver to school, until he came home with a loaf of bread. The transformation in that split second was shocking – he immediately returned to his happy chuckling self.

It was so strange. We should really carry out an experiment with different variants – without Dad; and without Bread; and maybe also without Milk.

More mysteries to solve.

I meant to write something more meaningful after this long hiatus from blogging. Ended up writing half-assed mystery stories. Maybe it’s a warm up.

Hope I do better tomorrow. 🙂

2 Comments Add yours

  1. anne leueen says:

    I enjoyed this.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. leapingtoes says:

      I will probably be writing quite abit about him this week! He’s bunking at my place! 😀

      Liked by 1 person

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